The blood moon is coming, zombies are coming

"That's fine, this is fine..."

When Xuanyuan Hongyu saw that Xuanyuan Yuhao was dead, he sighed and talked to himself.

However, Xuanyuan Hongyu looked obviously much older.

Xuanyuan Hongyu had indeed let it go. Xuanyuan Yuhao deserved it, and his most beloved granddaughter also died at Xuanyuan Yuhao's hands. Now that Xuanyuan Yuhao was dead, Xuanyuan Hongyu felt a sense of relief.

But after this catastrophe with the Corpse God, he was the only god-level person left in their Xuanyuan family, and the elites who had the hope of being promoted to the god-level were basically all dead. The family's only hope, Xuanyuan Yuhao, was also dead, and the Xuanyuan family would be in a state of lack of successors.

If he fails to handle it properly, the Xuanyuan family may begin to decline under his hands.

Mo Feibai snatched the Xuanyuan Sword from Xuanyuan Yuhao's hand, and then used the Xuanyuan Sword to chop Xuanyuan Yuhao's body into powder.

It was not until this time that Mo Feibai felt that he had achieved great revenge.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."

The Xuan-Yuan Sword might not want to be held by its enemy, or it might be grieving that its owner was killed. It kept struggling and wailing in Mo Feibai's hands.

"Xuanyuan Sword..."

"You were originally the weapon of the Emperor of Man, the representative of the righteousness of the world, but what about you? You have fallen to the point of being an accomplice of Xuanyuan Yuhao, helping him to kill innocent people and abetting his atrocities..."

Mo Feibai spoke softly while touching the Xuanyuan Sword, just like a teacher educating a student.

"Even saints can go astray sometimes, so I won't destroy you today. You should go find another wise master, and don't follow the Xuanyuan family anymore..." Mo Feibai said with a sigh.

After saying that, Mo Feibai sealed the Xuanyuan Sword and then threw it out at will.

Mo Feibai's power was so great that the Xuanyuan Sword disappeared into the sky in an instant, and its whereabouts disappeared without a trace.

"Mo Feibai!!!..."

When Xuanyuan Hongyu saw that Mo Feibai had lost the Xuanyuan family's treasure, he was so angry that he yelled at Mo Feibai.

"If you hadn't taken action in the end, believe it or not, I would have really wiped out your Xuanyuan family." Mo Feibai turned to look at Xuanyuan Hongyu and said coldly.

"you……"

Xuanyuan Hongyu was so angry that he pointed at Mo Feibai, not knowing what to say.

Xuanyuan Hongyu could only sulk. He didn't dare to take action. Even with the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, he was no match for Mo Feibai. Once he took action, the Xuanyuan family might really be defeated by Mo Feibai.

His life and death was a small matter, but the survival of the Xuanyuan family was a big matter, so Xuanyuan Hongyu could only give in and even dared not speak again.

"Drunken Swordsman, I won't be coming to Han Yi's funeral..."

Mo Feibai came in front of the Drunken Swordsman, looked at Liu Hanyi's body, and said with sadness and guilt.

"it is good……"

The Drunken Swordsman nodded in response with mixed feelings.

Originally, Drunken Swordsman wanted Mo Feibai to become his grandson-in-law, but now it seems that there is no chance.

The most important thing is that the old man sends the young away, so what if the enemy is dead?

……

one year later.

The beautiful lake not far from the graves of Mo Feibai's parents.

Ten years later, the lake has become spiritual again, so now there are birds singing, flowers blooming, and lush trees. In addition, the rich spiritual energy has also attracted all kinds of birds and animals.

There is a newly built tomb by the lake.

The tombstone on the grave reads, "Tomb of my beloved wife Yue Xinying."

Not far from the tomb, Mo Feibai was tinkering with building another tomb.

After Mo Feibai finished digging the hole, he gently put the fragments of "Mozi" down.

Zhuge Cunfu walked out of the woods, looked at Mo Feibai who was burying the soil, sighed and said: "Brother Mo, why are you doing this? Maybe someday, we can find the materials to repair Mozi."

"No, Brother Zhuge, even if Mo Zi is restored, he is not the original Mo Zi, and the real Mo Zi is dead. It is time to bury him." Mo Feibai shook his head and said.

Originally, after Mo Feibai left Shushan, he immediately went to find Zhuge Cunfu and asked him to help repair "Mozi".

However, the material of Mozi itself is the best in the world. It just needs time to settle and brew. Then "Mozi" can become a magical weapon that is no less powerful than Xuanyuan Sword and Kaitian Axe.

So if you want to repair "Mozi", the materials will naturally not be simple.

Mo Feibai and Zhuge Cunfu searched for a year but failed to find suitable materials.

Now Mo Feibai has let it go, so he no longer thinks about repairing Mo Zi and plans to let Mo Zi rest in peace.

"Alright."

Zhuge Village Man nodded and helped bury the soil while speaking.

"One general succeeds, and thousands of bones are withered..."

"Brother Zhuge, is fate really unchangeable?..."

After burying Mozi and erecting the tombstone, Mo Feibai looked at Zhuge Cunfu and asked.

"I don't know either. Although we practice cultivation just to fight against the heaven and change our destiny. But even in ancient times, those powerful ancient gods could not escape their fate in the end." Zhuge Cunfu shook his head and said.

"Hmm..." Mo Feibai nodded thoughtfully.

"Legend has it that the original fairyland has reincarnation. You have entered the complete fairy pool. Have you seen reincarnation?" asked Zhuge Cunfu.

"I saw it, and I didn't see it..." Mo Feibai said.

When Zhuge Cunfu heard this, he was shocked. What kind of words are these? If you see it, you see it. If you don’t see it, you don’t see it. What do you mean by seeing it and not seeing it?

"But that doesn't matter anymore. Life and death are determined by fate. Even if they can be forcibly resurrected, they may not be themselves." Mo Feibai continued.

Zhuge Cunfu did not respond. He felt that what Mo Feibai said was a bit mysterious even to him.

"A son wants to support his parents, but they are not around. A husband wants to spoil his wife, but she is not around..."

Mo Feibai's words were filled with endless helplessness.

"Look at it calmly. You are a spirit corpse. Spirit corpses are not part of the five elements. You still have endless years to create endless possibilities."

"And with your current strength, no one can control you anymore. You can live the life you want." Zhuge Cunfu comforted.

This world is full of helplessness, no matter who it is, including the Corpse God. Mo Feibai is now at the top of the human world, so he doesn't have to feel so helpless anymore.

"Are there no birth, aging, sickness and death?..."

Mo Feibai looked at the sky in the distance and spoke while thinking.

"But I no longer have relatives and beautiful women by my side. Is this life really better than that of ordinary people? Even if there are endless years, what's the meaning?" Mo Feibai sighed and continued.

Mo Feibai's words were filled with emptiness, loneliness, and pain...

Mo Feibai felt that he was no better than a piece of stone. At least stones were born like this.

"In this world, how many people can get what they want?" Zhuge Cunfu continued shaking his head.

"Although you are still a good friend in this world, I want to visit another world. Maybe Ying'er and the others are waiting for me there." Mo Feibai continued while looking at the sky in the distance.

Mo Feibai sounded like he was in despair, but there was no hint of death in his words. Instead, it sounded like he was expecting something, just like a migrant worker who was going home for the New Year and was looking forward to seeing relatives he hadn't seen for a long time.

After saying this, Mo Feibai's body turned into starlight and began to float in the wind.

"Ugh……"

"I hope you can find the person you are looking for in another world..."

Zhuge Cunfu did not stop Mo Feibai, but sighed, waved goodbye to Mo Feibai.

This may be Mo Feibai's best choice.